"Nesse escuro as flores se entrelaçam em jardim feérico e úmido. E eu sou a feiticeira dessa bacanal muda. Sinto-me derrotada pela minha própria corruptibilidade. E vejo que sou intrinsecamente má. É apenas por pura bondade que sou boa. Derrotada por mim mesma. Que me levo aos caminhos da salamandra, gênio que governa o fogo e nele vive. E dou-me como oferenda aos mortos. Faço encantações no solstício, espectro de dragão exorcizado."

• she/him, brazilian, infj- t 4w5, pisces, art enthusiast, goth subculture and the most sensitive corpse your eyes have seen.
• free palestine

• be totally alone in my home
• be well dressed and smelling good
• hear "i'm proud of you"
• desserts who are extremely SWEET.
• luna & billy
• pulling a star card in my tarot reading
• romanticize the little things nowadays
• share my insterests
• well written books
• going out with my mom
• listen to harp melodies
• my bed. i don't need to justify
• see some little child smilling for me while i'm using an insane goth visual.
• rest on a clean and organized place
• drink cherry tea with honey
• make rituals
• found new songs, new fashion brands, new goth studies, new artists
• new moon season
• the genuine feeling of peace

• burgundy makeup (lipsticks, eyeshadows)
• pieces of taxidermy
• red wine
• anything which have relation with harps (scores, miniatures)
• receptive stones
• poetries about the blessings of solitude
• burgundy and white flowers only
• headpieces and silver rings
• homemade pastries
• books about necromancy and supernatural creatures

• corretivo bauny ou rkbykiss
• polpa de mãos da natura
• catálogos de prints da caroline murta
• delineador ponta pincel da playboy
• brincos de prata
• colares de prata
• blindagem da dapop
• lip fixing tint romand cor nucadamia
• coturno da vilela boots
• fone de ouvido novo
• pulseiras esculpidas

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love, a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way

Than this: where “I” does not exist, nor “you”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.